The List

By Marion Elliott

Photo by Glenn Carstens-Peters on Unsplash

Those who know me well know that I am a “list” person! The habit developed many years ago, when I found myself waking several times during the night thinking of something I mustn’t forget to do the next day.

And so the List ritual began!! Each night before heading upstairs I list everything that I have to do the following day, and then I add Richard’s “to do” items so that they are not forgotten too.

Not only did this habit improve my sleep pattern, but guaranteed that I wouldn’t overlook anything whether collecting a prescription, phoning a relative, visiting a friend, keeping a dental appointment … anyway you get the picture.

To the amusement of my better half, he has witnessed me add something to the list during the day that I’d unexpectedly fitted in, and then immediately strike it off !! Its so very satisfying to have everything crossed off by the end of the day ready to start a new list for the following day.

And then came the Corona Virus and the Government’s instruction that we should self isolate, especially those of us of a certain age, to stay home and stay safe for the next twelve weeks.

So a strategy and focus for dealing with this was called for, and my immediate thought and yes you’ve guessed it, that I, no We needed a List. It would be so easy to drift through the next eighty four days and at the end of it having nothing to show for our period of isolation, so this was a list with a difference, not a scrap of paper as used for my nightly listing, but for this mammoth list an A4 sheet of paper would be needed.

Long overdue tasks both indoors and outdoors were scribbled down, the list filled the A4 sheet of paper to the extent that we might need more than 84 days to work through it!

Photo by Mockaroon on Unsplash

Into our third week and reflecting on self isolation, is that the days have flown by, its been super to have more time at home together, (I now realise that in our pre isolation days we spent very little time at home at the same time) we’ve consumed far more coffee than in pre Covid-19 days, we are thankful for the digital age giving us video calls, virtual dinner parties with family, email communication, church services streamed to our sitting room, and are very grateful to the wonderful team of volunteers who stepped forward to look after the needs of the village, and to all the people who don’t have the option to stay home, those who bring food to our table, those caring for the sick, the emergency services, the surgery, our superb chemist team, the list goes on. The only contribution we can make to combatting the virus is to stay home and stay safe and yes, thirteen tasks crossed off the list, so we are feeling very pleased with ourselves, only another twenty six to go. Will we achieve our target? watch this space..

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A poem by local poet Faith Ford after a Pentecost service in Hereford cathedral

From Stephen Winwood
I thought the attached was pertinent as we struggle to be a congregation without a church!

It was hugely powerful
To leave the building – the Cathedral –
and to come into the garden.
Suddenly we were the Church,
together, together in that place.
A straggling, untidy group – just a rag and tag,
stripped of the beautiful medieval structure,
the stone and carvings , the artefacts, icons, stained-glass pictures,
candles, tapestries; and now out on our own?
No, not alone.
Blessed still by the beauty and hush of a perfect Spring evening,
bathed in warmth and evening sunlight,
mature trees and spring blossoms to colour, adorn,
and the solitary song of a blackbird –
more heavenly than all the rest – calling us to worship and be blessed

Faith Ford

Photo by Chris Child on Unsplash

Palm Sunday Service from Hereford

Photo by Grant Whitty on Unsplash

“BBC Songs of Praise. the Dean of Hereford Cathedral, the Very Reverend Michael Tavinor will lead the service for Palm Sunday on this week’s Sunday Worship. Join us at 10.45 am on Sunday, 5th April on BBC ONE and afterwards at bbc.in/2UwKyii

It is possible that these will be the hymns:

  • 014 – All glory, laud and honour (St Theodulph).
  • 448 – Meekness and majesty (This is Your God).
  • 583 – Ride on, ride on in majesty (Winchester New).
  • 620 – Such love, pure as the whitest snow.
  • 463 – My song is love unknown (Love Unknown).

A Morning Walk

A brisk (ish) walk to Minsterley and back this morning, for Health Reasons of course. But what a wonderful time is Spring. Daffodils are everywhere along the route, so thanks to the planters’ labour last year and in previous years.

Daffodils at Malehurst Bank

This Blackthorn too, shows more than its solitary hedge blossom, but the promise of sloes in the Autumn to squeeze into a gin bottle!

Blackthorn near Minsterley

And then to cap it all, just by The Telephone Exchange, a bank covered in cowslips, flowers from my youth.

Cowslips at Minsterley Telephone Exchange

Very much recommend the walk.

In the Upper Zoom

From Carolyn Lewis:

For those who are not aware, Zoom is a video chatting app, that lets whole groups gather and exchange views. The use of it has increased tremendously while families and work colleagues are living in enforced separation, and lets you see folk as well as hold conversations.

Theoretically it is a brilliant idea, but in reality it has faults caused by poor Internet connections, people who can’t work out how to use it properly, and just the plain fact that it is technology.

If it had been around in Our Lord’s time, and social isolation had been brought in, one wit on Facebook produced the picture below, which simulates its use. Then, for everyone’s amusement, I have included one of the “Give it a caption” responses, which had me (because I have used Zoom) in stitches.

Jesus: Amen, I say, one of you shall betray me
Peter: Is it me, Lord?
Jesus: No, Peter.
John & James the lesser, simultaneously: “Is it— Is it— oh, sorry— me? What? Sorry, you go— no, I’m sorry. What? Ok— is it me—?
Jesus: Guys— guys! It’s neither of you!
James the Greater: …..
Bartholomew: James, you’re on mute.
Jesus: James, we can’t hear you. You’re muted.
Nathaniel: Lord, you’re the host, you can unmute James.
Jesus: Verily, I am the Lord of Hosts, thou hast said it.
Nathaniel: James, you can unmute yourself
Peter: None but the Lord can make the mute speak!
Judas: sorry, guys, I was frozen. What’d I miss?

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